Perched on the edge of the cliff was a hidden outlook.

Much of the poetry included in John Lee Clark's Deaf American Poetry: An Anthology is visucentric.

by this time, I say, the serious witches had gone very thoroughly underground and the only ones left on the surface were a few old crones practising a little Goëtic magic to help their friendly neighbours and to smarten up their petty persecutors.

And of his port as meeke as is a mayde.